Through the San Joaquin
blanketed in the rain of night
Incandescent light, casting an amber glow
Way high, above the fields, on the clouds
It shows that grey quilt in all its glory
Lazy mist settles at my feet, on my head
Lowering itself like a sheet of silver to
Cover and warm the sacred Earth beneath
On my way across the plains, at night
Mighty stars and brighter disks go unseen
Even Luna herself cannot shine through
Baked in the furnace of California sun
All but ninety million miles away
Clouds of Ocean drape the sky in stead
Kindly cooling the Earth again
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